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A Tale of Two Cities

and anxieties with which it has long been laden. Dear
Doctor Manette, I love your daughter fondly, dearly,
disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the
world, I love her. You have loved yourself; let your old

love speak for me!’
The Doctor sat with his face turned away, and his eyes
bent on the ground. At the last words, he stretched out his
hand again, hurriedly, and cried:
‘Not that, sir! Let that be! I adjure you, do not recall
that!’
His cry was so like a cry of actual pain, that it rang in
Charles Darnay’s ears long after he had ceased. He
motioned with the hand he had extended, and it seemed
to be an appeal to Darnay to pause. The latter so received
it, and remained silent.
‘I ask your pardon,’ said the Doctor, in a subdued tone,
after some moments. ‘I do not doubt your loving Lucie;
you may be satisfied of it.’
He turned towards him in his chair, but did not look at
him, or raise his eyes. His chin dropped upon his hand,
and his white hair overshadowed his face:
‘Have you spoken to Lucie?’
‘No.’
‘Nor written?’

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